Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Faust,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.